The Great Talisman

　　 Drilling wood is not the flame, but the hope of survival, the hope of defeating the beast and the cold.

　　 In the entire tribe, there are two most special apes, one of them is the female chief, which is Yang Sanyang’s mother. The second is the older ape-man of the tribe with a little thin body, similar to the existence of the'high priest', responsible for the communication between the entire tribe and the gods. Once a **** gave a decree, it was passed on by the old ape. Then the old ape became the spokesperson of God in the tribe.

　　 For the rest of his life, looking at the blue sky, Yang Sanyang stood at the entrance of the cave and breathed the north wind as usual. When the sun jumped out of the ground, the day's activities began.

　　 The corpses of various wild beasts can be seen everywhere outside the tribe.

"The weather is hot now. These beast carcasses will deteriorate soon after they are stored. The only way to preserve the meat is to dry them into dried meat!" Yang Sanyang looked at the primitive people who were lazy and satiated not far away, counting on these. It is wishful thinking that the guy who doesn't think about tomorrow will come up with a way to preserve the meat of the wild beast.

　　 "Roar~"

　　 Yang Sanyang roared, attracting the attention of countless primitive people, and then made a posture of following me. Yang Sanyang led a group of primitive people to break a branch in the forest.

　　 Although everyone didn't know the use of Yang Sanyang's breaking the branches, they did what they did. They didn't dare to violate the order of the'son of the god', so a group of primitive people began to break the branches in the mountains and forests.

　　 Fortunately, the most important thing here is the trees, which are full of branches.

　　 Seeing this, Yang Sanyang nodded in satisfaction, holding a bunch of branches back to the cave, and building a simple support, then took out the stone that had been prepared long ago, and began to peel the skin for the beast.

　　 The smell of dead bodies is absolutely unpleasant, but in the face of the temptation of food, he still endures it.

　　 Peeling is not difficult. Although sharp stones are not as good as a knife, they are sufficient for peeling.

　　 As for cutting the meat into strips?

　　 With the stone tablets in his hands? It is too naive.

　　 The primitive manpower is infinite, and Yang Sanyang alone can be powerful enough, let alone those adult primitive people?

　　 is more than enough to tear the meat strips with his own strength.

　　 Looking at the primitive man on one side, Yang Sanyang made a tearing posture. A group of primitive men looked at the sun in the sky, their mouths lined up, and they touched their bulging belly:

　　 "I can't eat it anymore, does the leader want to eat it?"

　　 But I didn't say much, and started to tear the beast into meat strips and hung it on the prepared bracket.

　　 "Wow!"

　　A primitive man took it to dry the firewood and put it under the bracket.

　　 "Why do you hold dry firewood?" Yang Sanyang was taken aback, then watched the primitive man awkwardly dig through wood to make fire, and Yang Sanyang's forehead burst into blue veins.

　　 Obviously, these primitive people got Yang Sanyang's meaning wrong and thought that Yang Sanyang was going to eat barbecue.

"boom!"

　　 gave the primitive man a kick, and Yang Sanyang gestured to remove the firewood. The primitive man on the opposite side looked at Yang Sanyang with aggrieved face, and faced the primitive man with a bewildered face, what could Yang Sanyang do?

　　So, after several times, a primitive man seemed to understand Yang Sanyang's meaning, and kicked the primitive man a few feet forward, and began to look after the stent back and forth.

　　 Seeing that a primitive man wanted to make a fire for barbecue, the primitive man went up and kicked the firewood away, starting a tug of war.

"Smart!" Looking at the primitive, Yang Sanyang showed a touch of relief. The thinnest primitive in this tribe has just grown up. The primitives in the entire tribe are the most flexible in his head. He is also the step-daughter leader after drilling wood for fire. A master.

　　 "Wild!"

　　 This is the name Yang Sanyang gave him.

　　 A simple word!

　　 An operation to make jerky began. Thousands of wild beasts were made into jerky, covered with brackets, and I could see the blood in the mountains and forests.

　　野’s several follow-ups made the other primitive people understand what Yang Sanyang meant. Although a group of primitive people didn’t know what Yang Sanyang wanted to do, they still chose to obey silently.

　　 Although they are stupid and ignorant, they absolutely obey!

"According to the hot sun in this world, the dried meat can be dried in one day, and then put away!" Yang Sanyang looked at the poisonous sun in the sky, with a dignified look in his eyes, staring at the barbecue from time to time and looking carefully, constantly Grease seeps out, causing countless beasts in the mountains to peep, but they are driven away by the warriors of the tribe.

　　 Since the last calamity, this place has left a deep impression on countless beasts, and there are not many beasts that dare to attack rashly.

　　 Grease is a good thing, it can be piled up to make a torch!

Although there is no cloth in this world, there are animal skins. Yang Sanyang put the old bark on the primitive people under the dried meat, letting the grease drip and infiltrate the animal skins, and a bright light appeared in his eyes: "If there is With torches, mankind will not be afraid of beasts at night, no beast can withstand the power of torches!"

　　The fur of the wild beasts was dry, and the fur shruggedly hit the flames. They told the group of wild beasts that they couldn't eat it, and became their own food.

　　 After a busy day, seeing the sky getting darker, Yang Sanyang greeted him and began to pack the jerky.

　　 Seeing Yang Sanyang's movements, Ye was the first to follow, and then a group of primitive people followed.

　　 The dried meat is well-dried, losing 60% of its moisture. Those brackets soaked in the fat of dried meat are also a good weapon to drive away wild animals.

　　 Looking at the leather on the ground, it has been soaked with grease and can barely be made into a torch.

　　 greeted countless primitive people back to the cave, the thick hills of skin soaked in grease, Yang Sanyang's mouth showed a smile.

　　 "Huh?" Suddenly Yang Sanyang paused, looking away from the corner of his eyes, only to see a group of primitive people raising a fire in the cave, wanting to roast the dried meat prepared today.

　　 "Roar~~~"

　　 Yang Sanyang was furious, hurried over to punch and kick, **** the dried meat, put it in the corner, glaring at the group of primitive people.

　　 Although he could not communicate with words, the primitive man could see Yang Sanyang's anger, and he hurriedly fell to his knees, looking at him innocently.

　　 Wow!

　　 A group of primitive people fell on their knees in the cave. Yang Sanyang danced with his hands and danced, but after a while, he let it down again. Obviously, these primitive people couldn't understand what they meant.

　　 "Still take your time!" Yang Sanyang stepped aside, threw the beast's body in front of the primitive people, and then left without turning his head.

　　 The primitive people seem to understand this time, knowing that Yang Sanyang told him to eat beasts instead of jerky.

　　 The female leader looked at Yang Sanyang with a pair of eyes suspiciously. Now that she can't see Yang Sanyang clearly, her child seems too strange.

　　 The cutting of animal skins is a big job. Yang Sanyang beckoned to the wild who was eating meat, and the wild fart rushed over. Yang Sanyang made a tearing action, and I have to say that Ye is indeed very smart. After understanding Yang Sanyang's meaning, he began the great cause of tearing animal skins.

　　While there were primitive people who had finished the barbecue, they came over to please, and began to join the army of tearing animal skins.

　　 In the middle of the night, after all the animal skins were torn, Yang Sanyang went to sleep with satisfaction. For a while, there was a restful sleep in the cave.

　　 Everything seems to be moving in a good direction, and the wild does not need to participate in hunting and becomes Yang Sanyang's follower.

　　The animal hides are entangled in boredom, and now the entire tribe of primitive people are out hunting, looking empty.

　　 Sweeping through the primitive people who were constantly patrolling the territory in the distance, Yang Sanyang looked at the wild next to him and pointed his finger at him: "Wild!"

　　 Ye’s eyes were full of doubts, and pointed at himself with his fingers: "Yeah?"

Although the pronunciation of 　　 is not standard and even out of tune, it is called Yang Sanyang's heart's joy.

　　 "Yang Sanyang!" He pointed to himself again.

　　野's eyes were full of bewilderment, and his mouth opened, obviously unable to say his name.

　　 is like someone speaking to you in English before you learn English. It would be strange if you could say it.

The evolution of the vocal cords is a long historical evolution. Yang Sanyang tilted his head and looked at the opposite Ye with a pair of eyes: "My name is obviously not suitable to be called here! If you want Ye to call my name, you need to take another one. A short name will do."

　　 "What's a good name?" Yang Sanyang was lost in thought, and suddenly his mind was tumbling, and an inexplicable flow of light turned: "Pangu! My name is Pangu!"

"Creation of civilization is no less than the creation of the world, and Pangu means Dzogchen, this name is good!" Yang Sanyang suddenly felt a flash of light in his heart, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes~www.readwn.com~ It seems that there is a kind of intuition in the world, alone The name of is very important, it is related to its future and aura.

　　 If talking about the best name, Yang Sanyang suddenly thought of the word Pangu for some reason.

　　 "Ye" Yang Sanyang pointed at the opposite Ye, then pointed to his chest: "Pangu!"

　　 "Pan???" Ye's voice was very strange, he could only say one word, but that Gu couldn't spit it out anyway.

　　"Wild"

　　 "Pangu"

　　……

　　 After half a day, I saw the primitive man pointing at himself: "Yeah."

　　 pointed at Yang Sanyang again: "Pan!"

"Pan is the pan, I know that ancient is fine! It is not easy to call out a'pan'!" Yang Sanyang touched his chin: "Is Pan Gu's name too difficult to call? Should I change my name? Say Hongjun? Or Donghuang Taiyi? Laozi? Primitive? Tongtian?"

　　I don't know why, whenever Yang Sanyang wants to speak out those names, he suddenly feels inexplicable heart palpitations. It seems that as long as he shouts out, something ominous will happen, making his heart beat faster for some reason.

"plate!"

　　 "Wild!"

　　 Blue sky and white sun, two primitive people you point at me, I point at you, constantly shouting these two words back and forth.

　　 In fact, on the second day, after Yang Sanyang got up, he found that what he was thinking was a bit redundant. When he called wild, the primitive man had no response.

　　 "More training is needed, even cats and puppies know that people are calling him, I don't believe that primitive people can't match cats and puppies!" Yang Sanyang was not discouraged.

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